Futile was my attempt to keep my feet dry...Not 100 meters from the house, "cerplunk" left foot in a puddle, as wet as wet could be...filled up to the overflowing. I contemplated turning around and swapping out my left shoe for another...and then..."cerplunk" right shoe full. It was inevitable, it was going to be a soggy run. I catalogued my clothing inventory and doubted I even owned anything that would keep me dry for 2+ hours.52 degrees and pouring in August...pretty uncharacteristic. I tried to transcend to a time and place where this weather was actually fun and I became a puddle jumper!
15 miles, 2:19.
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